Tortoise Cat: This yard grass is tough and tasty, Chameleon. But the plants here are almost all dried out, browning or golden instead of green. The foolish big one in charge here forgets to turn the water sprinklers on, night after night. When will we fly homeward? I'm ready!

Chameleon: Our departure is up in the air at this moment, Tortoise Cat. It may be many whiles away, or much sooner.

Tortoise Cat: The Big One wants to fly away soon, I know, Chameleon.

Chameleon: But we may stay longer, anyway, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: Is "quitting" always bad, Chameleon? Is "hanging in here" always better?

Chameleon: Let's play today, no matter what, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, Chameleon, let's blur furs -- and scales -- and rumpus up some fun with the squirrels scampering here now.

I'm ready to fly back to this yard!

Tortoise Cat's latest troubles

Tortoise Cat: The Big One said we are experiencing technical troubles blogging, but all I crave is fresh wild Cat-Grass.

Chameleon: This will be a short blog post, looks like. But shiny, tiny green sprouts are pushing up beneath our paws here. Wait some more days and we'll smell the grasses!

Tortoise Cat tiptoed through tulips

Tortoise Cat: The cat-grass is lusher than ever!

Chameleon: No one shows up to pull weeds anymore. That's why.

Tortoise Cat: The Big One said weeds are food. There's a long, long, long while of some big, big meals, and more for later, then, Chameleon.

Chameleon: For me, too, Tortoise Cat, this green hideout offers an ongoing feast, on the crawl (or on the fly).

Tortoise Cat: But the Big One said we'll be moving west near the end of this best-ever Cat-Grass Season. Why? Here's purrfect.

Chameleon: But the Big One hasn't learned to purr yet.

Tortoise Cat: Early cat-grass gnashing is a YUM-rush!

Tortoise Cat: Gnash...YUM...This is the best new cat-grass patch, Chameleon!

Chameleon: I must take your word for it, Tortoise Cat. Maybe, later in the season, we can discuss chomping and gulping fresh, plump, tasty bugs.

Tortoise Cat: In a while, there will be more and more cat-grass, but these early stalks blur and ruffle me through and through!

Chameleon: And I'm glowing greener as my tongue dreams of the first, juicy fly-ZAP!

Tortoise Cat rearranges the indoor rock garden

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, do you like the new rock and rug arrangement I convinced the Big One to make?

Chameleon: You, Tortoise Cat? You're taking credit?

Tortoise Cat: Well, I cat-nap dreamed the Big One unrolling the pretty green and purple rug I noticed humming at me, stashed away where I was hiding out a while some days ago. After retrieving the rug, the Big One also shifted some rocks and cushions at my direction.

Chameleon: Purple? The orange and green rug is what I'm staring at!

Tortoise Cat: You see it your way. I see -- and hear -- it my way.

Chameleon: So, Tortoise Cat, this rug was humming at you?

Tortoise Cat: Uh-hum...Humming as purple as flies swarming, Chameleon!